Seeing Qiao Jing like this, Zhan Qipei felt entirely wrong.
His Adam's apple bobbed, a ball of fire intensifying and burning within him.
Damn it!
Zhan Qipei loosened his tie with one hand, forcibly suppressing the beast stirring inside him.
"I'll help you."
With that, Zhan Qipei bent down toward her.
"No..."
Qiao Jing bit back her words in refusal.
"But in your current state, if this continues, your body will suffer."
As Zhan Qipei spoke, he began unbuttoning her shirt.
"Zhan Qipei... if you, if you want to help me in this way... our 100-day agreement... comes to... an end," Qiao Jing said weakly and intermittently.
Zhan Qipei's movements halted abruptly, his eyebrows knitting into knots.
"You mean, you would hate me?"
"No," Qiao Jing had not finished speaking, "but I... wouldn't want to see you... ever again..."
Zhan Qipei rose from Qiao Jing's body, closed his eyes, and exhaled deeply.